“When she came home, she smelled the way I like. But . . . her face seemed sadder than when she left.” — Makoto Shinkai Copy Share Image
“I love her face when she smiles. But it could be that her smile is a lie that she uses to hide… — Makoto Shinkai Copy Share Image
“Her, enveloped in the smell of the snow, and her cold fingertips, and the sound of the black clouds drifting through the… — Makoto Shinkai Copy Share Image
